07 January 2011

Biutiful

Biutiful—whose intentional misspelling is about as clever as The Pursuit of Happyness'—is set in a dirty, dingily lit city of hustlers and homeless, a world of exposed pipes and peeling paint. But I wasn't impressed by its true grit; it struck me instead as aesthetically oppressive miserablism, in which the film unabashedly wallows as though squalor contains inherent meaning and thus beauty. (Is it p-p-p-p-poverty porn!?) Bah, this is one long manipulation—like, it's not even enough that Bardem has cancer: he has prostate, liver, and bone cancer!